No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Because of the love Herschel and Jacqueline showed my family, I was terrified it would all be a joke.

I thought, 'But can I trust a word Lord says?'

I know it was no good to be suspicious, but we were talking about the loss of my parents' lives. I didn't know how to ask again, so I stayed silent.

"Felicia, you might not know this, but Herschel has a safe in the bank," Lord revealed, catching me by surprise.

"Heh," he chuckled. "Don't get it twisted. Herschel and I are not the same."

I couldn't help but smile at that.

So, Lord was aware of his reputation. The inte was rife with tales of Lord's countless lovers, but it also mentioned that, despite his many affairs, he only had one child, Allen.

"Herschel and Jacqueline have a great relationship," I added.

Lord laughed again, leaving me puzzled by his reaction, before continuing, "Herschel's safe is quite the opposite. It includes all profits from a certain contract over the years, plus dividends."

He looked at me and said, "Felicia, that safe was under your dad's name, which means it was for your dad."

I was shocked. All these years at the Wagner Group, I had no idea about it. Herschel had never mentioned it to me.

"Herschel said that money was at the cost of your dad's life. He didn't feel right using it and couldn't rest easy if he did. So, he put all the profits from that project in your dad's name. He also said that when you got married, it should serve as your dowry from your parents."

Upon hearing that, tears streamed down my face. At the same time, a sharp pang of guilt spread through my chest. After all that Herschel had done for my dad and me, I still doubted them.

"Felicia," Lord called out sternly, "Herschel did nothing wrong by your dad."

Not only did Herschel not wrong my dad, but he also blamed himself for that contract, so he'd been more than generous to me, even more so

than to his son.

"What a shame," Lord sighed.

I wasn't sure what Lord meant by those words, but my mind was too preoccupied to inquire further.

"Thank you, Mr. Clark!" I bowed deeply before leaving.

It took me a while to stop my car after driving off, and I sat there, deep in thought. Moved by everything Herschel did, I still couldn't take Lord's word as the truth. And I had

to verify it myself.

I drove to the police station to request the accident report of my parents' car crash.

"Sorry, this file is too old. You'll need to schedule an appointment in advance and provide proof of kinship," the officer told me.

Proof of kinship? Was I supposed to prove the bloodline between me and my dad?

Anger welled up inside me as I was about to retort, and a voice intervened, "Just log her details and get it done."

"Sure, Mr. Latham," the officer immediately stood up, responding respectfully.

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I turned to see who had spoken on my behalf and saw Mr. Latham standing with another person. It was Conrad! So, this Mr. Latham, a stranger to me, spoke up because Conrad had put in a good word for

me.

"Your ID, please," the officer reminded me, snapping me back to reality. He retrieved the files after logging my information and firing up the computer.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

As I anxiously waited, a figure approached me, and I glanced sideways to see who it was.